Some days & The inevitable
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Some days & The inevitable
SOME DAYS
Some days walk in smiling
Other days never come alight
The pain remains stuck in my throat
Screams brew in my stomach
Sadness suffocates me
Grief stains my pillow
Leaving scars across my face
On these days I close my eyes
And search for you
Memory scatters
Flies away with your smile
You are lost
How do I get back red once mixed to make purple?
How do I return each raindrop back to be part of the clouds?
How do I squeeze each petal back into the bud?
But then some days walk in smiling
THE INEVITABLE
They marched to the inevitable
Maintaining a gingerly pace
On a road they too would soon face
He had on his favourite suit
And my name stained on his tongue
The last word he uttered
Dust rose to this occasion
The surrounding ground
nursed by tears
And decomposing flesh
Welcomed him
And as they slowly covered him
And their songs tucked him to respite
All life seeped out of me
Dripping to the ground where he lay
And time did that trick that I hate
Where it goes by
peeling me naked
SOME DAYS
Some days walk in smiling
Other days never come alight
The pain remains stuck in my throat
Screams brew in my stomach
Sadness suffocates me
Grief stains my pillow
Leaving scars across my face
On these days I close my eyes
And search for you
Memory scatters
Flies away with your smile
You are lost
How do I get back red once mixed to make purple?
How do I return each raindrop back to be part of the clouds?
How do I squeeze each petal back into the bud?
But then some days walk in smiling
THE INEVITABLE
They marched to the inevitable
Maintaining a gingerly pace
On a road they too would soon face
He had on his favourite suit
And my name stained on his tongue
The last word he uttered
Dust rose to this occasion
The surrounding ground
nursed by tears
And decomposing flesh
Welcomed him
And as they slowly covered him
And their songs tucked him to respite
All life seeped out of me
Dripping to the ground where he lay
And time did that trick that I hate
Where it goes by
peeling me naked
I heard Linda recite this poem at the Franschhoek Literary Festival and I was totally captivated. It is a beautiful poem and resonated hugely with me. I found it hard to contain my emotions, which is often what I love about poetry. I would love a copy of the other poem that Linda read at the festival : “If only” and I would like to thank Linda for her beautiful poetry.